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Linda greeted me as I joined the other women in our half circle around the white board that lists the day’s workout. One exercise in particular jumped out: BB Back Squat.
I hadn’t used a barbell in quite some time – last July to be exact – but I was excited to get back at it. The barbell makes me feel strong and confident.
I positioned the bar across my shoulders, not on my neck, as Linda instructed and lifted it off the rack. The plate-less bar felt easy, and a switch inside of me flipped – I wanted a challenge. I loaded a plate on each side, squatted the new weight, and added another plate for good measure. The weight felt good. I felt like I was doing what I had come to do.
The other ladies took notice, and one by one, I could tell the switches inside of them flipped, too. Maybe we see what those around us can accomplish, and we redefine what we believe is possible.
The class’s newfound belief in what was possible served us well later, when we were taught how to do box jumps. Few of us had ever tried box jumps before, but I could tell some of the ladies were eager to challenge themselves, to experience that moment where both feet are off the ground and faith has to be bigger than fear. The moment when you have to believe: I will make this jump. I will land on my feet.
The box jumps were a part of the AMRAP (As Many Rounds As Possible) portion of the day, which is how class concludes. AMRAPs are one of Kris’ favorite parts of class. I enjoy them too. As structured in Women & Weights, AMRAPs consist of about five different exercises with a set amount of reps for each exercise. We attempt to go through as many rounds of the exercises as possible within a given timeframe.
We worked our way through the day’s AMRAP, each woman finding the box before her at one time or another. When it was my turn at the box, I steeled myself. A moment before my feet left the ground – before launch, before flight – I breathed in. I told myself I’d make the jump. I visualized my muscles firing, taking me to new heights. I breathed out. I jumped. And then I landed, feet square on the box that had once been an obstacle before me.
– Natalie Weiss
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